The Damage.

We were side by side when
you drowned me with your perception of love.
I tried to prove it wasn’t over
while trying to keep my composure, and
trying hard to hold back from crying over your cold-shoulders,
But you never loved me with your whole heart-
just the leftover parts.

I’d be a fool to fight for you
to wait for you
to…
I hear your name and wonder,
who is that?
When I’m convinced I need you
I recall how you walked away from me
like a stranger in the street
leaving me
to this shell of what now describes me.
I went from jumping around in circles
like a dog begging for attention,
to taking myself to the edge of servitude
clinging to the conclusion that maybe
I’d be better off without you,
alone.
I won’t come back to you;
we can’t unscramble eggs.
The better parts of me are extinct and
you made it impossible for me to love you again.

Britta B.